Death's curse rampant,
Death's blessings omnipotent,
Harvesting souls every tock
Still, empty tombs we see

Gravestones raised high
Bear no names,
A century of deathless deaths
Desecrate the graveyard

Grave faces tell grave stories,
An era wherein names were remembered,
When gravestones were revered.
Give ear to my opinion,

We are born to die,
So why fear the inevitable?
Living in cowardice,
We die meaningless deaths.

How many times did she declared herself dead?
Maybe same as the number of stars above the night sky
In which she tell every pain she had before she forgets
How to really live rather than just to plainly breathe

The awakening has now come into her dreamland
She will be dressed as one of those shining stars
She is brave because God her out of courage.
Marvelous enough to bring revival to her soul.

She is a woman.
No other person shall build her
For she can do it herself
She is heaven-sent, a woman of God.

The way God brings comfort to thee,
Is through the shape of her.
She once forgotten her worth,
She is the revival.

Tiles floors
As if an elaborate game of chess
Spiraled notebooks with lined paper
As if the bars on our collective prison cell
Mechanical pencils filled with lead
As if loaded weaponry to face war
Plastic chairs with metal screws
As if  the electric chair to melt our brains away
Teachers and their ungodly stare
As if guards keeping us complacent

They do it for the world, they say
They do it to prepare us for life, they say
They do it to help us grow and become smarter, they say
But that's not the whole truth, not in the slightest
They want to keep us in line
They want to keep us in place
They want to keep us silenced
They want to make us the perfect human
They want us to be perfect
We were supposed to be perfect
Perfect...

But we cant
We cant do what they want us to
We cant be their cookie cutter student
Never with straight As
Never with perfect manners
Never with perfect behavior
Never with their perfect emotions
Because we can't

But we can be our own person
With our own feelings
With our own emotions
With our own words
With our own personalized strengths and weaknesses
Because we can't be what they want
What humanity wants
But we can be human
We can be ourselves

And we will be
We will break and fall
And we will crumble to the sea of woes
But we shall rebuild our mighty kingdom
Out of tear drops and wooden blocks
And we will be human
We will be us

A confusion, a haunting sense
Of emptiness, an absence
Of light, while darkness
Consumes me. A flailing mess
As panic overrides my
rationale, my fear gathers
In folds and puddles, stacks sky high
They said, 'You’re not like the others;
You’re different, you’ll make us proud!”
‘But I don't think so!’ I shout out loud
And run, because I'm frightened. Pain
Shoots through my veins, and there, again
I have lifted the bar of expectations higher
Pointed the gun at my very own head
And shot. Now I have no desire
To live, to fight. My will is dead
And so am I;
So am I.

Now I hang from the ceiling, the rope
Taut against my neck, all hope
Of living again, fighting my sorrow
Gone, there’s no more a tomorrow.

Now I bleed out on the grass
My wrist split open, a shard of glass
Lying beside me, which like a key
Had opened for the world a rare sight to see.
Now I drown; in water, in guilt
I lose my breath. I grip the hilt,
Drive the sword through my leaden heart
I reach the end of existence, when a part
Of me reaches into my depths and finds
A spark. Oh, the lord’s been kind!

Death after death stirs a life inside me
Now I won’t let my grief hide me
From the world. I’m still in here!
I can hear you, fight me if you dare!

I’ve been through hell and come back, my dear
I have nothing to lose, nothing to fear
I feel like glowing, like gold, flowing
My spirits are alive
And so am I;
So am I.